Chapter 3 Why are you here

"You're not sick!"

"Yes, you are not sick, the other medicine helps your health better, can you obediently take it?"

"He wants to go home!"

"Waiting for your health to get better, can I take you home?" I said softly.

I wanted to tell you, that we didn't have a home to go back to. However, I couldn't say it, absolutely couldn't say it.

"You don't care, you want to leave the hospital! Every day this place collects such expensive medical bills, we don't have a lot of money! You don't even want to die here!" The more Grandpa talked, the more excited he became, sitting up and coughing violently.

My heart was extremely uncomfortable, my hand patted his back: "Money, you don't need to worry, I will have a solution! You just need to rest and get well."

"What do you do with so much money?"

"I'm almost graduating, soon I will act in a movie, being a star can make a lot of money." This is the reason why that year I risked everything to study art I know well that only being an actor can earn a lot of money, even though -- must follow the tacit rules!

"I haven't paid my tuition fees yet..." Referring to the tuition fees, the old grandfather's eyes became even more gloomy, "It's all because of my mother--"

"Don't mention this person!" My voice turned cold.

Grandpa looked up at me and sighed.

Through the advice just now, my grandfather obeyed a lot and accepted to continue the treatment, I gave him medicine, and the nurse also came to inject him, after he fell asleep, I crept out of the room and looked at him. glass door.

Grandpa, you must be healthy, you know? I will try to earn money, to make your life better in the future.

I want him to be happy, cheerful, and enjoy his old age.

"Calliope!"

A familiar voice came from behind.

I was a little shaken for a moment, turned my head, and saw a familiar face, my heart ached, and my face still kept the same cold expression before and after.

"Why are you here?"

"Every day I visit my grandfather, even if I can't see you, I finally see you today, where have you been these days?" Dante spoke in a very long breath, his eyes burning with unconcealed concern for me.

I noticed that he was carrying a thermos bottle and a bag of fruit in his hand, as well as a few daily necessities, which were all bought for my grandfather.

"Thank you for visiting my grandfather, in the future, you don't need to come anymore, I will hire a nurse to take care of him."

"What do you do with a lot of money? Even the house was foreclosed on by the bank! What happened in the end?"

"Shh! Keep your voice low!" I hurriedly stopped him from saying more, for fear that my grandfather would overhear.

"Ultimately what?"

"Grandpa still doesn't know about the house, please don't tell him, right now, his health can't bear the excitement."

"I know." Dante took my hand: "So where are you now?"

"I rent a small room near the school." I quickly pulled away from him.

"If something big happens, why don't you come to find me?"

"This little thing, I can handle it myself!"

"No big deal? Is this a small matter?" His tone is somewhat angry, but in the end is still lamenting, still looking at me with gentle eyes: "You are always so resilient, you have to shoulder everything by yourself, can you bear it, let me Wouldn't it be nice to help me a little?"

"Thanks for your kind words, but I don't need your help." I turned to leave, but right after that, he pulled me back: "Where are you going?"

"I have work to do first."

"Do not go!" He hurriedly said, his eyes gentle and a little sad: "Can I have a meal with you? It's been a long time since we sat down to eat together. ...."

His gentleness made me unwilling to refuse, really, unwilling to refuse.

I was just about to nod, when my cell phone rang again, an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, hello!"

"May I ask if it is Lady Calliope?"

"Right."

"I am Director Baldric's secretary. He wants to invite you to dinner, where are you now?"

"I'm at the hospital."

"Okay, I'll be there in 10 minutes, I'll wait for you at the front door."

"YES!" Hanging up the phone, I turned to Dante and said: "Sorry, I have some urgent business to go, see you next time."

His eyes softened with a hint of loss. "Can I call you tonight?"

"YES." I nodded, turned around, and left.

Still in the presidential room, just pushing open the door, I immediately remembered a scene that happened in the morning, a feeling of shame rose in my heart, and I turned my face away from looking at the large double bed on the other side!

On the dining table, there was plenty of food, and three more red candles were lit. Before I could see the food clearly, the light in the room suddenly went out!

I jumped in panic and instinctively took a step back, my back was like hitting a wall of flesh, without waiting for me to react, strong arms wrapped around my waist.

"Scare you?" His hand caressed my body along the skirt of my dress, then moved deep inside. Warm breath in my ear, a gentle kiss on my neck......

Hearing his voice, I trembled and closed my eyes, waiting for another torture like this morning, just hoping this time it would end a little faster.

"Hungry yet?" He gently bit my earlobe, asking me as if joking.

"What aspect are you asking about?" I followed his tone, joking in return.

He smiled slightly, pulled his hand back without delay, out of habit, put his face on my side, his face approached me: "I think you are hungry, eat something and then continue!"

Borrowing the faint light from the candle, I looked at his blurred face, as if I could feel his deep eyes sending a signal towards me, the whole room filled with a faint breath.

I frowned, why is this man's lust so strong? We did that when we met earlier, but now......

"Come here!" He walked over to the table, politely pulled out a chair, and invited me to sit down.

I went over and sat down, and he strode over to the other side of the table and sat down across from me.

He clapped a few times, the door was opened, and a foreigner in a work uniform pushed a food cart in.

"Want to eat something? French food, German food...... Or, you want to eat Sichuan food, Cantonese food...?" He asked me.

"Anything is fine, I'm not picky."

He thought for a moment, and exchanged a few words in the French language I did not understand, the chef nodded, and a delicious beefsteak was brought to my table.

I was really hungry and picked up my knife and fork to eat immediately.

"With 1982 red wine, the taste will be better, try it." The corners of his mouth curled up, and he poured me a glass of wine, unconcerned with my impolite way of eating.

"Thank you." I took the glass of red wine and took a sip.

"Did you just come out of the hospital?" he suddenly asked.

"Yes." My knife and fork grip faltered slightly, then continued to cut the beef.

"Is it because I'm too bold?" When he said this sentence, he had a teasing smile on his face.